And I'm Still running I'm still escaping From things tucked away in the back of my head I'm digging through things that have long been dead Things have a way of returning Things have a way of coming back to you I'm glued to old photographs Reliving through artifacts And we sit and strum too Our homesick lullabies I feel so far removed from this place So let's light a match and watch it go up in flames Clear through the charred remains of yesterday Up from the darkness and shame And let the bridges I burn, light my way I keep hoarding onto everything I've ever had Can't we just sit and watch it burn? I'm a fan of quick goodbyes I'm running to anywhere, but here Anywhere, Anywhere but here What if we could take one piece, of each and every moment? And we sit and strum to end of world lullabies Do you think this place would be missed, if it was obliterated? I keep hoarding onto old photos and artifacts Do you think that they would be missed if they were incinerated?